Week Six:R & R
Trin did not like being bedridden. She detested being waited upon, and she sure as hell hated the compression stockings affixed to her thighs.
Since she got home from the hospital she would doze all day with Violet, and then allow herself to be dressed. Together they walked outside for a set number of blocks, then returned home. Violet had installed an air-conditioner into their room despite her own discomfort.
Trin emotionally was withdrawn. She did not do much, mostly nodding and spoke few words. Violet and James waited on her hand and foot which she resented. Woofer lay on the bed at his mistress's feet unless they were walking.
It was evening, and Trin watched Violet as she was getting dressed, and beckoned toward her with her left hand.
Violet quickly came over, thinking Trin might need help going to the bathroom.
Trin reached out both hands, bear hugged her, and rolled, pinning Violet under her.
Violet gasped and looked in shock.
Trin's rumbling voice spoke:
"Do you still love me?"
"Of course!" Violet gasped, astonished.
Softly Trin's mouth softly brushed Violet's lips, the tip of her tongue licked at her teeth.
"I need affection," Trin said.
Violet wrapped her arms around Trin and rubbed her nose against her.
Trin relaxed slightly and Violet took advantage of it. She neatly flipped Trin's massive body over, then stood. She closed the bedroom door, and tapped at the newly installed slide lock.
Trin's eyes watched her as she peeled off the top, and she stood before Trin in her tattered sports bra and scrub bottoms.
"You haven't touched me since my stroke," Trin said.
"I'm sorry. You scared me," Violet said.
"I scared you? I'll be back to normal in a week, the doctor said so."
"Trin, this is a lot more about one stroke. This is about your life. You're killing yourself."
"Boy you know how to talk romantic," Trin replied.
Violet sat at the end of the bed.
"I tell you this because I love you, and I want us to be together for the long run. I want to be able to go to many more prides."
Trin looked at her. She noticed Violet was wearing the b-b chain with the rainbow rings.
Trin reached out for her, and Violet softly nosed the outstretched fingers, chewing on them softly.
Trin smiled, and took deep breaths. She scooted herself up on the bed, using her hands, sitting up and beckoned for Violet. She was wearing a white satiny nightdress which covered everything but was easy to maneuver in.
Violet crawled up on her and softly laid her head on Trinity's obese tummy.
Softly, Trin stroked her coarse, thick, brown hair.
Her fingers tenderly explored Violet's plain face, her angular, pert nose, the wells of her eyes, and those wonderful lips.
Violet stayed very still, she understood Trinity needed to touch as much as she needed to be touched. While she was a nurse, in this setting she was in a difficult position, for Trinity was far more than a patient, she was her lover.
Trin's pudgy, strong hands, gently felt the wellspring of tension in the based of her neck, and dug the base of her thumbs into the neck, softly rubbing in circles.
Violet shivered softly, and not from the air-conditioning.
Trin spread her legs, causing Violet to squeal in surprise as she sank into Trin's crotch. Trin chortled slowly and leaned Violet's back, and softly put her mouth to the nape of her neck. Tenderly she sucked, tasting salt from her skin. She pulled back for a moment, and licked her lips.
"I really need a shower," Violet said.
"Yes, you do," Trin whispered and licked at her ear-lobe drawing it into her mouth. Her seeking tongue tenderly flickered the lobe. Trin felt Violet quiver as the hot air from the big woman's mouth roll over her ear canal.
